we are

we are but seeds that have appeared

without mother plants to disconnect from

lacking the protruding root to secure

growth within soiled//souled earth


we diminish within our appearance

existing somehow within futility

yet dried to a crisp before death

ever did us part from one another


our root will never reach foundation

our bloom will never see day's light

the cycle starts//the cycle ends

the cycle never stops//the cycle had yet to begin



all of this is air


in and out we weave in tandem

never reaching another's soul


countless days//countless encounters

countless buoyancies//medial discussions


but for one brief moment

we are able to see the sky

just before it falls in upon our heads

how you can find me

search for me without light

only in complete darkness

will you be able to see what’s left of my luminance

(i used to be so vibrant)


listen for my words

only in silence will you hear my modest voice

solely dependent upon its own echo for sustenance

(i used to be so resounding)


look for my unwitting movements

you’ll find me dancing caught between two demons

an attempted seduction of the brothers Chance & Fate

(i used to be so virtuous)


but i am

no longer

i am